Lani's Initiation: Surfing the Waves of Pleasure, Pain and Power

By Danielle Richards

A reality-based erotic story of a young woman's trip of self-discovery into the world of consensual BDSM.
When Lani accepts an invitation from a friend to saty over for part of the summer recess in her parents’ beautiful North Shore Oahu beach house, she is looking forward to surfing and enjoying the Hawaiian sunshine. But instead what awaits her is something far darker, more exciting, and life altering.
Slowly she is drawn into the strange world her friend inhabit; a world of pain and pleasure, submission and domination. But who is the mysterious person who controls them all?
When Lani finds out, she discovers more about herself and those around her than she could ever dreamed of. And then she must face the trials of her initiation or risk losing all she has gained. Aganst the brilliant background of Hawaii in the summer, Danielle Richards weaves a darkly erotic story

• Language: English
• Publisher: Danielle Richards
• Release date: Dec 30, 2014
• ISBN: 9781311695109

Danielle Richards

Danielle Richards was born, raised and now lives in Honolulu, Hawaii and experiences much of the lifestyle explored in this book. The author is not Lani, but shares a similar, but not as exciting, background and lifestyle. While the stories of Lani are inspired by reality, they are pure fiction and any resemblance to actual persons and places is only a coincidence or your imagination. The author enjoys practical hands-on research into the subject matter so that the situations and sensations discussed may be as realistic as possible, and has enjoyed meeting with some of the fields' foremost experts and practioners. Danielle Richards practices, advocates and writes about only safe, sane and consensual engagement in any BDSM or sadomasochistic activity or play. The stories explores some of the ways consensual BDSM may still be very exciting and challenging and highly rewarding to all the participants. Danielle Richards is adamantly and violently opposed to any nonconsensual abuse of any kind to any person under any circumstances; and all characters in the stories told and in actual play must be knowledgeable and aware and at least over eighteen years of age. The eroticism and enjoyment of BDSM play is not based on degrees of physical involvement, levels of pain or intensity. It is based on the willingness of all players to provide to the others what they all seek. While it is a physical and visual medium, it is far more a matter imagination, emotion, and the mind.

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Lani’s Initiation

Surfing the Waves of Pleasure, Pain and Power

Danielle Richards Smashwords Edition Copyright 2008 Revised 2017 Danielle Richards

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This book contains an adult subject and is intended only for readers over the age of eighteen.

This book and all the books in the Lani Series respect and strictly adhere to the publishing standards for books with adult themes and erotica and BDSM themes.

The author is a devoted particiapant in CONSENSUAL BDSM activities and the themes and ideas expressed here are firmly rooted in that belief. In my world, consensual bdsm means exactly that – done with full and informed conscent. But it does not mean that participants that are machoistic in their nature control every action or that they top from the bottom. Rather it means that boundaries are pre-determined and set, and activity once conscented to remains within those boundaries. That does not mean that participants cannot engage in some very intense circumstances and situations or that harsh pain on the route to exquisite pleasure may not be encountered. But is is only encountered because all the actors want to and have agreed to in advance. Set boundaries may be pushed, but all actors respect the concept of conscent, informed conscent, and act accordingly. The Lani Series in reality based in terms of the general themes and some encounters and as a reflection of this stong, independent young woman’s approach to a life style she warmly and knowingly conscnets to participate in – yet – the work as presented here is total fiction.

This book and the series contains graphic descriptions of sexual acts and circumstances and depicts consensual bondage, discipline, and sadomasochistic practices and passions- some rather severe. It is a work of pure fiction and all characters, places and activities are totally fictional. Any similarity to real people and places is unintentional and purely a coincidence. Any dear reader that may find such activity offensive is requested to not read the book.

If you feel that you may object to any of these activites or the rather graphic depiction of them, please to do read the book. I only wish to inform and enlighten and perhaps inspire, but never to offend or disturb.

When Lani accepts an invitation from a friend to stay over for part of the summer recess in her parents’ beautiful North Shore Oahu beach house, she is looking forward to surfing and enjoying the Hawaiian sunshine. But instead what awaits her is something far darker, more exciting, and life altering.

Slowly she is drawn into the strange world her friend inhabit; a world of pain and pleasure, submission and domination. But who is the mysterious person who controls them all?

When Lani finds out, she discovers more about herself and those around her than she could ever dreamed of. And then she must face the trials of her initiation or risk losing all she has gained. Against the brilliant background of Hawaii in the summer, Danielle Richards weaves a darkly erotic story.

Lani’s Initiation

Surfing the waves of Pleasure, Pain and Power

Preface

END

I hope you enjoyed this story. If you have gotten this far, perhaps you did. Lani's stories are fiction, but reality-based fiction. Only Lani and I know where the divide between reality and fiction lay,. You can put the divide where it makes you the most comfortable, or the most stimulated. In reality, I stress that what happens must always be safe, sane and consensual. When fiction takes us to fantasy the standard can be relaxed or stretched a little, but for me, the basic foundation of a consensual situation is key. As is often the case with Lani, she can consent to a harsh and merciless situation, but still, it is based in her informed consent.

About the author:

Danielle Richards lives in Hawaii and experiences much of the lifestyle explored in this book. While her story of Lani is reality based, it is fiction and any resemblance to actual persons, places or events is only a coincidence. The author enjoys research into the subject matter so that the places as well as the situations and sensations discussed may be as realistic as possible. Danielle Richards advocates and writes about only safe, sane and consensual engagement in any BDSM or sadomasochistic activity or play. The story explores some of the ways consensual BDSM may still be very challenging and highly rewarding, physically and emotionally, to all the participants. Danielle Richards is adamantly and violently opposed to any nonconsensual violence to or abuse of any person under any circumstances. The eroticism and enjoyment of BDSM play is not based on degrees of physical involvement, or intensity. It is based on the willingness of all players to provide to the others what they all seek. While it is a physical and visual medium, it is far more a matter of imagination, emotion, and the mind.

This is the first in a series of stories about Lani published by Smashwords. Lani’s Initiation was also published elsewhere in hardcopy by Silver Moon . Aloha kaua.

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Lani’s Initiation

Surfing the waves of Pleasure, Pain and Power

Preface

It isn’t more than two inches. An insignificant distance under almost any other circumstance, I was thinking. But for me these two inches or so might just as well have been ten feet.

How is it that I find myself in this position? As thrilled as I am to be here, it is good that I feel this way because at this moment I know I am helpless to do anything about it. Nevertheless, although it is visual dynamite, most would not consider it an enviable position. Oh sure, I want to be here, I agreed to every bit of the proposition that brought me to this point. But as I wait, looking out at the sunset over the sparkling Pacific, I close my eyes to this beauty and focus within. I still cannot really understand in an intellectual and reasoning way what draws me here. Yet on the emotional side, I know that these circumstances, these happenings, speak to me in way so powerful and wonderful that I can never deny to myself, or anyone that sees me here, how deep my love and need is.

Its been a good ten minutes now that I have been waiting here for my friends to return. They said they would be right back and that I should wait right here. As things are, I see little choice. When they do return my emotions will swell, pulse quicken, breathing become deep and measured. The intoxicating cocktail of excitement, anticipation, longing, suspense, fear and desire to please and be pleased will over power me. Once again I know I will answer yes to their urgings and their propositions. Then the sweet struggle we all want will begin again. I know I will surrender myself totally to their will as they relentlessly exert their power over me. I will watch them and see that they grow ever more excited as they do. I know that I too will grow terribly excited, edging ever closer to losing self-control and approaching wild erotic release. And I know that the more I let them exercise their control over me, the more I will in fact control them.

I have been here before. I love to hate it. And honestly, I also must admit that I love to love it. And I do love it!

I know that physically and emotionally I will want to stop and continue at the same time. The flashing red and green lights of my psyche will blur, my mind will swim, spasms of ecstasy and escape will wash over me. I dread the prospect every time, and yet will anxiously wait for it begin and then beg for more and more.

I t becomes painful as the wait grows longer. It must be at least a half hour now. In the year since the first time I experienced this I have gotten more conditioned to it, but always find it equally exciting and challenging. They seem to know just how to push my buttons, how long I need to wait for maximum effect, and how long to have me stay here to maximize my pleasure. At last the sound of my friends approaching. I open my eyes to greet them. Before me I see the beautiful darkening ocean, behind me approach my friends with Billy in the lead, whip in hand. Above me my arms spread skyward, wrists bound in thick leather cuffs attached to chains extending up to heavy beams. Below my naked body is pulled tight with breasts pulled up, nipples jutting out, flat stomach stretching past hips and tiny g-string to tight legs and ankles with ankle straps clipped together and beyond toes that try to touch the floor as I hang suspended just a bit less than two inches above the ground.

Chapter 1

Billy is our leader, our boss, our inspiration, and my problem. I suppose that just the fact that the four of us were staying for nearly weeks at her parents fabulous beach house on one of the few really secluded parts of Oahu's North Shore gave her the right to be in charge. But she always was, and I wanted to be the one in control.

Billy plans our day, sets the pace, tell us where, and often what, we were going to eat, picks the videos, and pretty much set the rules and tone for everything we do. Jennifer (Jen) and Christie (Chris) go along very willingly. Fact of the matter is, we always have a great time when we are together -- which is a lot. But I have always been bothered by the idea that Billy had total control and this power over me. Those few days on the North Shore changed all that, and my life, forever. I took this time as my opportunity to try and change the equation and power structure of our little group. I didn’t have a plan or even an idea of how I was going to do this. I just wanted the relationship I had with Billy, Chris and Jen to be more like the ones I had with others. In other words, I wanted to be more in charge.

That is sort of how things worked out. But I have to tell you that I would have never in a thousand years have guessed the path I took getting there. Most remarkable was that it was Billy, with a little help from Jen and Chris and a couple of others I would never have suspected, that held open the door to a new lifestyle for me and gently invited me into a world that, while not gentle itself, was exactly what I must have been looking for without really even knowing how wonderful, and powerful, it could be. It is perfect for me, and I will never be able to thank her enough for opening that door and taking me in.

Billy is one of the most popular people in our school. Great looking, a natural leader, liked by the teachers and fellow students. Billy always has that in-charge, take-charge attitude and seems to relish having people under her power. In part her attitude probably comes from being really rich, and a at almost nineteen is a year older than most of the girls in our class. Couldn’t hurt.

I, on the other hand, am not all that popular, at least with most of the other girls, for a number of reasons I will go into later. In fact not all that popular is somewhat of an extreme understatement. Maybe something like hated by most of the girls is more accurate. I recognized that Billy has this great popularity and hold on people and I didn't, and I used to be really uncomfortable with it. Not really jealous I don’t think. Just uncomfortable. I used to wonder how and why she pulled all the energy of power to herself? I wanted to have the same power over her that she held over me, but before we went to the North Shore for those days, I never could figure it out.

It is this unquenched desire to have power of my own that causes me to do some of the things I do. It is a desire that goes beyond wanting to be popular. Sure being popular is a part of it, but it is more than that. I need to be on an edge, soaring, the center of attention, in control, and very important to me, finding pleasure, and finding it on my terms.

I'm naturally gifted they tell me. School work is boringly easy most of the time. Nevertheless, I study hard to learn all that I can and be sure to get straight A's as a means of getting the attention I so crave. Being awarded a National Merit Scholarship and recognized as academically the head of my class was my quest to pull some of that attention, and power, I hunger for toward me. But even with this academic prowess, I was not that well liked by most of the faculty. It seems I just didn't fit their idea of a good little girl scholar. They made no secret of it. Another part of the faculty hated me because so many of them were so stupid that having me in their class was a challenge and danger to them being able to pretend to know the subject they were teaching. Like any private school, the faculty hired their kids and friends that were sure to know even less than they did so that they would look better in comparison. Needless to say, my grade point average didn't do that much to help me be popular with the students I wanted to like me either.

The word "gifted all seemed to be used in reference to my physical abilities as well as my intellectual talents. Ever since I can remember I have loved sports and anything physical. Dance at five led to gymnastics and competitive medals. In the eight grade I won the state physical fitness contest. I lettered as a distance runner and in gymnastics. I kicked ass in soccer and softball. I wanted to be good a volleyball, a beach sport so something I was drawn to, but am just to short to be really good at it. I love aerobics, lifting and any kind of hard work out. Now I'm also totally into bodyboarding. I love it. Me, the sun, and the power of the sea… and my fight to control that power. Still, I didn't have the sense of control over all the things that I wanted.

When I think about it, a large part of what I love about sports in general, and bodyboarding in specific, is getting power. Out in the surf I can steal the power of the ocean for a few seconds and make it mine. Sure, I have to work hard and take some chances, but when I hook into the pocket of a wave and ride it like I am part of it, I can just feel the power of the wave being transferred to me. I love it. I just love it. I can flirt with the wave and it will respond with a reward of sheer intense pleasure. I may be putting myself at the mercy of the ocean, and taking chances on larger waves, but the thrill of tapping into that raw energy and taking that power form the wave and controlling it for my own pleasure is one of the things I live for. Sure, sometimes I get pounded by a wave and really drilled, but its taking that physical chance, that risk, and then that joy of coming out of it that is such a sheer turn-on for me. It is a lot like sex with just the right partner and circumstances. It is physical, it is emotional, it is all out. I constantly search for other ways of getting the same rush. For a start I tried to think of anything that might let me find a way to get some of the power Billy held over me, like I can with the ocean. Until our stay at her place on the North Shore, try as I might, I could not find a way to do it, and remained one of Billy's faithful and obedient followers.

Chapter 2

The turning point in my relationship with Billy, and in my life, began when she announced one day, as if commanding a troop maneuver, that we would be spending the days right after school got out for Summer out at her parents house She said it was so we could just bodyboard all day at the secret spot just off the point, lie out the rest of the time and work on our tans until we are baked black all over, and just cruise and booze all night without our folks, or our boyfriends, to bug us, and... come together as a special group of friends, a club. Four girls alone on six acres of pristine beach front property with the coolest beach house ever. God, sometimes it is totally cool to have really rich friends.

Jen asked her if our boyfriends could visit us there. Billy said No, my parents won't let us go unless we promise not to have the boys stay over. Well, maybe one or two nights. I'll ask them. Anyway, we can go to town and go out anyway. Besides, our plans will keep us busy up at the house.

Seemed like the beginning of a great Summer, and I was finally getting into the club.

The four of us attended The Pali School; Hawaii's oldest and most prestigious private school. Jen, Chris, and Billy had been in school together since they were six years old. They grew really inseparably close when they formed a club for themselves when they were about twelve. Each was a year older than the other kids in their class. Billy had been sick as a little kid, Jen, set back a year in the first grade, and Chris had to wait a year to get in to Pali. I didn't come to Pali until I was a freshman in high school. My Dad's bank had moved us from Hawaii to Japan for the previous three years. When we moved back home, he was promoted to Regional Vice President, and I got into Pali. It was tough breaking into the cliques. One day, in my junior year, Billy approached me while I was dressing after gym class and asked if I wanted to join her and her two friends in going bodyboarding. They had seen me out surfing a local spot the weekend before. I knew who she was of course and had seen her watching me before. That day I had sensed her standing there watching me, and felt a little funny, but I was thrilled to be asked and agreed immediately, not even worrying about seeming too anxious.

Jen and Chris were less than thrilled at first that Billy had asked me to join them. They were afraid associating with me would be bad for their reputations. You know how contagious stink can be when you are around it. But as always, Billy got her way after a few suggestions and pointed comments. Billy, after all, was president of their club, and made and enforced all the rules without dispute. It was just the way it always was. Their club seemed only to consist of the three of them. They hung with lots of other kids and were all what would be called popular, but the club seemed to be a private little thing with them that you never knew anything about. I always figured it was some dumb thing they had since grade school. Sometimes you would hear a rumor that they had a lesbian thing going. That didn’t matter to me one way or another. Anyway, after she first asked me, we would meet after school and on Saturday mornings and go bodyboarding.

We had great times together and were, I'm certain, an awesome group. We looked good in the water and knew what we were doing, and we looked pretty hot on the beach too. Although we would go to the beach and surf together, I was never invited to go out with them afterwards, or for other things, or over to their homes. We went to a couple of movies, but that was pretty much it. A distance remained and invitations to come over and spend the night at my house were always rejected. Very politely, good excuses, but it just didn't happen.

I was not really surprised that getting accepted into the social scene with the girls at Pali would be difficult. I was pretty happy just being one of the group for our bodyboarding. Private, snooty schools full of rich kids were hard enough to break into, but the fact that I was older and had a marked habit of being somewhat of a flirt, an exhibitionist, and was sexually very active—my detractors, of which numbered a small army, called it being a slut--didn't help. I seriously under dress for school, and everything else. So most of the girls at school basically hated me from the start. Not to mention that I came in from the outside and that we were not nearly as rich as many of them, and they knew it.

I'm sure I get my exhibitionist nature from my Mom. She can still look really hot, and she sort of subtly encourages my tendencies in this area. Not only has she never told me to wear something more modest, she often suggests ways to add a bit of spice to my appearance as she likes to say. So, I guess I just come by this trait naturally. My Mom has also been great in giving be a healthy attitude toward sex. Make it safe no matter what, and enjoy it she tells me. After I was sixteen my Mom was the opposite of all the other Moms, teaching me to enjoy sex, have sex, and go for it as one of life’s really great and wonderful pleasures. How lucky can a girl get. My Dad is always commenting to my Mom and I that he expects me to turn out just like her, and hopes that I will. They always exchange that knowing look parents have that makes my eyes roll. She ain’t exactly what you picture as a banker’s wife. She can play the role all proper, but it is always with a heavy dose of sex appeal. Don’t get me wrong, she isn’t cheap or trampy. Far from it. But she is proud and beautiful and carries herself so well that she is a definite asset to my Dad’s career. Heck, as I have heard him say a thousand times, all through his career they were invited to social functions with the big brass just to have an excuse to have my Mom there.

In part I think I began showing off to demonstrate my femininity. At only 5'5 and 110 pounds I have a sort of funny figure that is rather muscular. My arms and legs are well muscled and cut. I have a washboard flat stomach with bricks or a six-pack of muscles showing vividly, really broad and strong shoulders and back, a tiny waist and hips, and a hard and cute little ass, if I say so myself. I've got a naturally dark brownish skin that tans very quickly and easily to a really dark and deep redish dark dark black-brown, dark brown eyes and a ton of pretty wild and very long black-brown hair with some sun streaks. One of my boyfriends told me I had perfect little champagne glass breasts with high little nipples like pencil erasers. You'll notice the use of the word little" twice in this description, but I am happy with what I have, even if it ain't too much. What I lack in volume I like to think I make up for in firmness, shape and position.

A body like mine probably is what you get when you take genes that are basically Japanese from my Dad, mix them with Irish-Hawaiian and Filipina genes form my Mom and season the mix with competitive gymnastics from the age of five to 15, bodyboarding at least three times a week since 15, running five miles three morning a week and working out for two or three hours at the gym on three other days. In other words, I am a fitness freak. Its not a boast to say I’m a hardbody.

I can think of only five or tens time in my life that I've worn a bra, (I only own two little sheer bras anyway that aren’t tops to swimsuits or bra tops or bustier for outer wear), and usually, depending on what I'm wearing, don't wear any panties either. I wear the shortest skirts and thinnest and tightest tops I can find. I'd always have two extra buttons undone somewhere, and favor the bare midriff or bare look. After all, I am rather proud of those stomach muscles paid for by years of exercise and tens of thousands of leg lifts and sit-ups. On dates I like to wear very sheer or revealing outfits, and I only wear g-string or thong bikinis with really small triangle tops to the beach and hardly ever wear a cover up or shorts. I just walk down the street like that carrying my board and fins, no towel, from my house to the beach; about a mile. I love it. It feels good and I really like the attention. The boys really notice. I get asked out on dates all the time. Some girls call me slut to my face. Some girls don't, and some girls just come on to